The Carousel Painter

The Carousel Painter

by Judith Miller

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Without the means to support herself after her father dies, Carrington Brouwer receives the opportunity to use her artistic talent at her friend's father's carousel factory. But the men at the factory are not happy that a woman has been given the very desirable job of painting the elaborately carved horses. When mishaps occur at the factory and jewelry disappears from the home of the factory owner, accusations swirl. Is the handsome young factory manager truly Carrie's ally or will he side with those who believe she should be fired?

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ISBN-13: 9781441204769
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/01/2009
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 331,785
File size: 548 KB

About the Author

Judith Miller is an award-winning author whose avid research and love for history are reflected in her bestselling novels. When time permits, Judy enjoys traveling, visiting historical settings, and scrapbooking the photographs from her travel expeditions. She makes her home in Topeka, Kansas.
Judith Miller is an award-winning writer whose avid research and love for history are reflected in her bestselling novels. Judy and her family make their home in Kansas. Learn more at

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The Carousel Painter

By Judith Miller

Bethany House Publishers

Copyright © 2009 Judith Miller
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7642-0279-7

Chapter One

April 10, 1890 Collinsford, Ohio

I perched on the edge of the brocade settee while Mrs. Galloway stared at me as though she'd discovered some new species of life. A curious look. One that made me feel as though I needed to check my appearance in the hallway mirror. Had the identity of Carrington Leigh Brouwer completely vanished on the journey from France? Possibly I'd sprouted horns. I considered touching my head to ensure that my suspicions were incorrect, for I'd never felt so uncomfortable in my life.

The very thought of stubby protrusions poking out from beneath my unfashionable straw hat caused me to force back a giggle-my compulsive reaction to unpleasant situations. I'd giggled at my mother's funeral when I was ten years old. Last month I'd done the same thing when they placed my father in his grave. I've been told it's a survival behavior used by many children. But at twenty-one years of age, I was no longer a child, and I doubted such conduct would endear me to this dour-faced woman. Then again, I wasn't certain there was anything that would please Mrs. Galloway. Her lips appeared to be permanently fixed in an upside-down U.

She rang a small brass bell that brought aservant scurrying into the room. The maid didn't look much older than me or any more pleasant than Mrs. Galloway.

"We'll need tea, Frances. And tell Thomas I need to speak with him."

The girl mumbled before turning on her heel.

Mrs. Galloway's thin eyebrows dipped into a scowl. "Good help is impossible to find nowadays. Did you find the same to be true in Paris, Miss Brouwer?"

I forced myself to smile at the woman. "Please call me Carrington-or Carrie, if you prefer."

"A family name, I assume?"

"No, from a book my mother read."

Her look of expectancy vanished, and her thin lips tightened into a knot. She must have toyed with the notion that I had descended from people of wealth and distinction. I coughed to hold back a giggle that had risen to the back of my throat. Mrs. Galloway would be horrified to discover how little I knew about my ancestors. And what I did know would make her hair stand on end.

"Well, someone should have mentioned to your mother that Carrington sounds like a boy's name."

Mrs. Galloway's abrupt comment put a halt to my meandering thoughts. I considered telling her my name was quite acceptable for a girl, but before I could respond, a gray-haired man wearing dirty work pants and a frayed shirt appeared in the doorway. It was probably good that the workman's appearance squelched my reply. Otherwise, Mrs. Galloway would think me impudent as well as a descendant of questionable ancestry.

The spry-looking man swiped his palms on his denim trousers. "Frances said you wanted to see me. I was out in the-"

Mrs. Galloway waved the man into an abrupt silence. I assumed he must be Thomas.

The older woman's frown deepened, and she pointed toward the front of the house. "Go out and get those trunks off the front porch and take them upstairs to the spare bedroom. There isn't enough space in the bedroom for that crate. You'll have to put it elsewhere."

"I can put it in the gardening shed if you like. Should be enough room in there."

"No!" I shouted the response without thinking. Now they were both staring at me as though I'd grown horns. "Wh-what I mean is," I stammered, "that crate contains my paintings. My father's canvases." I waited, but neither of them appeared to understand. "I need to keep the crate indoors-with me-out of the weather."

"Well, it won't fit in the bedroom, and I can't set it in the middle of the parlor, now can I?"

I momentarily considered telling the woman the parlor would do just fine, but such a remark would probably land both the crate and me in the gardening shed. Why hadn't Augusta explained to her mother that I would be arriving with a crate that contained a few of my father's paintings? Mrs. Galloway was gaping at me as though she expected some sort of response.

"If you could place them somewhere in the house, just until I can make other arrangements, I would be most grateful."

"Well, there's simply nowhere that I can think of," she said as Frances walked into the room carrying a tea tray. "Oh, I know. Push the crate into that space under the stairs, Thomas."

"But that's where I keep my belongings," Frances said.

Thomas glanced at Frances and nodded. I supposed it was common for servants to lend support to one another, but since we'd never had servants, I couldn't be sure. One thing was certain: I'd made no friends since arriving at the white frame house on Marigold Street.

Mrs. Galloway's glare stalled any further objection. "Under the staircase, Thomas."

Frances shot an angry look in my direction that nudged me to action. I didn't want the paintings shoved into the gardening shed, but intruding on the maid's storage space wasn't fair, either. "Surely there must be some other ..."

Mrs. Galloway raised her hand, closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and gave a slight shake of her head. In that moment I decided Mrs. Galloway had a bit of a dramatic flair hidden beneath her ever-present frown.

"I'll hear no more," she announced. "The crate will be stored beneath the stairs until other arrangements can be made. For your sake, Frances, we'll hope that is soon."

I thought Mrs. Galloway hoped it would be soon for her own sake, as well. Except for ordering tea, she'd done nothing to make me feel welcome. "When do you think Augusta will return?" I inquired once the servants had disappeared.

"She's off shopping for a new pair of shoes, so there's no telling. However, I do hope it will be soon. I have a Ladies Aid meeting in an hour. As I recall, your letter said you wouldn't arrive until tomorrow or the next day."

I had already apologized for my unexpected appearance at her home. Didn't Mrs. Galloway realize I'd had no control over the ship's early arrival in port? To me, it had made good sense to catch the first available train to Ohio rather than to rent a room in New York City. To Mrs. Galloway, my early appearance had created an unwelcome interruption. I didn't want to explain that my decision had been based upon the necessity of keeping my expenses to a minimum. Passage on the Gloriana had eaten up most of my scanty funds. Other than the few coins that remained in my reticule and my father's crated paintings, I'd been cast adrift without financial resources. Not that my father's paintings could be considered a financial resource.

Like his contemporaries, my father had occasionally sold a painting or two, but it had been art students like Augusta who had provided the bulk of his income. Even with his teaching, there had been more times than not when the rent had been paid late and the food meager. Augusta had been Papa's most recent student, and she'd left Paris months ago.

Mrs. Galloway folded her hands in her lap and rolled her lips into a tight seam. Other than offering to catch the next train out of town, I wasn't certain anything I said would please her. I truly hoped she would attend her Ladies Aid meeting. I'd be much more comfortable outside of her presence but dared not say so. "Augusta missed you dreadfully while she was in Paris," I tried, flashing a smile. "But I'm confident you already know that."

Mrs. Galloway's dour expression evaporated for a moment. "And it seems she missed you as soon as she returned to Ohio. I must say I was shocked when Augusta told me of your plans to come for a visit." Her smile was as weak as the tea she poured into my cup. "I was dismayed that she would send such an invitation without first requesting permission. I do believe my daughter forgot all proper etiquette and good manners while living in France."

There was now no doubt Mrs. Galloway was unhappy to have me as a houseguest. I didn't know how to respond. Besides, I felt as though a wad of cotton had taken up residence in my mouth. I swallowed a sip of tea and hoped it would help. It didn't.

The older woman stirred a spoonful of cream into the pale brew. "How long do you plan to remain in Ohio, Miss Brouwer?" Little finger in the air, she lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip.

"Forever, I suppose."

Mrs. Galloway sputtered and then coughed. I wasn't sure if I should slap her on the back or relieve her of the teacup before the warm liquid spilled onto her silk gown. Since Mrs. Galloway didn't appear to be a woman who would appreciate a slap on the back-at least not by me-I decided upon the teacup.

She removed a lace-edged handkerchief from her sleeve. After one final cough, she dabbed her eyes. "I believe I didn't hear you correctly. I thought you said forever."

I bobbed my head, but then I noted the look of alarm in her eyes. "But not here, of course. I plan to find work and move out on my own as soon as possible."

"Work? Move out on your own? Young ladies of good reputation do not live alone, Miss Brouwer. And what type of work would you perform? When Augusta told us you would be arriving for a stay, I assumed you had family somewhere in this country."

I wanted to throttle Augusta. She'd not told her parents about my circumstances. I cleared my throat and laced my fingers together in prayerlike fashion. "My apologies, Mrs. Galloway. I assumed Augusta had told you that I am without any relatives. My father was a talented artist, but he left me with nothing more than two paintings and enough money for my passage to America."

There! I'd said it. The truth was out.

Mrs. Galloway picked up her fan and flapped it back and forth with a vengeance. Wisps of her mousy brown hair rose and fell in the artificial breeze. She sucked in her narrow cheeks and suddenly she resembled a prune-a prune with flyaway brown hair. I swallowed a giggle. I must remain calm. I must remain calm. I repeated the words in my head while Mrs. Galloway continued to fan herself.

When the hour chimed in the distance, the fanning ceased and Mrs. Galloway jumped to her feet. "If you'll excuse me, I must go upstairs. I'll be late if I remain ... any ... longer." Her sentence ran down like a clock that needed winding.

"Oui, I'll finish my tea and relax until Augusta returns." Mrs. Galloway's wrinkled brow served to remind me I was no longer in Paris. "I mean, yes, I'll finish my tea." I sighed as Mrs. Galloway and her frown disappeared up the steps.

Leaning back, I crossed my ankles and took in my surroundings. Mrs. Galloway had obviously done her best to keep pace with the latest décor. Every flat surface in the room had been covered with vases, figurines, silver-framed pictures, candlesticks, or potted ferns. Several small tables were draped with fringed or lace-edged cloths and topped with porcelain jardinières and multicolored glass-shaded lamps. The room was far too crowded for my liking, but who was I to judge? I was accustomed to the sparse furnishings in the loft above a small French bakery.

Hoping to discover a more comfortable position, I wriggled into the cushions but met with little success. The divan felt as though it had been stuffed with bricks. One look at the chairs positioned near the front window and I decided it was time for a change of seats. They appeared much more inviting. I'd have a view of the front porch and could see Augusta when she arrived.

The ring of a bell drifted from upstairs and was soon followed by muffled footsteps racing down the hallway. Mrs. Galloway had likely summoned Frances to help her dress. What must it be like to ring a bell and have someone run to do your bidding? I couldn't imagine. I couldn't even picture what it would have been like had my mother lived longer, or how it would have felt to have a father answer my questions or shower me with affection.

A carriage slowed in the street, and I bent forward, hoping it would stop and Augusta would appear, but the buggy continued onward. Leaning back against the cushion, I revisited memories of my own dear mother. Mama had always made me feel special, but since her death, I'd experienced an aching loneliness-a need to belong and feel a part of something other than myself. Papa had tried his best, but it was art that had consumed his every thought. He'd loved me in his own way, of course, but I always believed I was an inconvenience in his world. I interrupted his creativity with my requests to walk in the park or play a game of checkers.

I'd written to tell Augusta of his death, and then her letter had come with an invitation to become a part of the Galloway family. In truth, the letter hadn't exactly suggested a branch on the Galloway family tree, but Augusta had offered a place to stay for as long as needed. To me, that was almost the same thing. I had longed to return to America for many years, having been gone for ten.

The very thought that I might become part of her family had provided me with ample reason to accept. My experience thus far was quite different from what I'd anticipated. I could only hope matters would improve.


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Carousel Painter by Judith Miller was a great book! It is about a woman named Carrington (Carrie) who moves near her friend Augusta in Collinsford, Ohio. The book takes place in 1890. When Carrie moves, she knows that she must find a job soon, so that she can make a living. So, being an artist, she asks Augusta's father if she can be a painter in his carousel factory. He agrees, but it is very tough for Carrie to work there because her fellow workers (who happen to all be men) and their wives are not very accepting of a young girl working at the factory. But worse yet, when Augusta's mother's expensive necklace is stolen, Carrie is the one everyone suspects. Will Carrie be able to stop the madness before it's too late? This is a wonderful story of mystery, love, and determination. It was also a good breath of fresh air to be reading a book that has Christianity in it. Though the story was a little slow for me in the beginning, I'm glad I stuck with it because I defiantly enjoyed the book. I would rate this book 4 out of 5 stars. I enjoyed it! I would like to thank Bethany House for sending me a copy for my review!
ChristysBookBlog More than 1 year ago
The Carousel Painter by Judith Miller is a delightful historical romance. Carrie Brouwer has returned home to America after her father's death in France. The two of them had lived in Paris, both practicing their beloved art of painting while he taught student painters to make ends meet. She moves in with her friend Augusta Galloway, but quickly discovers that she is not a welcome guest but a unwelcome pest, so she takes a job painting horses at Augusta's father's carousel factory. There she meets taciturn foreman Josef Kraestner who makes sure that she knows she's not welcome at the factory either, as do the other workers who resent a woman taking a man's job. Throw in an accusation that she stole a valuable necklace from the Galloway home, and Carrie has plenty to keep her busy! Miller writes with a light touch, keeping scenes realistic and the growing romance between Carrie and Josef a joy to read. The main character's growth through faith is carefully written and without pretense or cliche. Carrie and Josef have plenty of chemistry and are the rare couple who I would enjoy reading more about even after their happily ever after.
Anonymous 10 months ago
All rolled into one good, simple book
polarmath on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this book. It was interesting to see the class differences between Carrie and Augusta and to follow the budding romances of them both. I also enjoyed seeing how unusual it was for Carrie to have and do her job and the trials she faced as a single woman.
Carlybird on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When Carrie Brouwer¿s artist father dies, she decides to move from Paris to Ohio where her friend Augusta lives with her wealthy family. Carrie is not well received in her new town, perhaps it is because she is the only woman working in a carousel factory painting horses. The men in the factory resent her presence and their wives want this young, single woman to stay away from their husbands. When Augusta¿s mother finds an expensive necklace missing, fingers are pointed at Carrie. Carrie must learn to live the Christian life and trust God.The Carousel Painter by Judith Miller is quite different from many historical novels. It has a little bit of everything. It has romance, mystery, and a positive Christian message. I did have a bit of difficulty with how mean the residents of Collinsford, Ohio were to Carrie. I remember thinking that this must be a town full of evil people, and that made the book hard to read at times. I realize now, having read to the end, that there was a purpose for all the meanness and a good lesson to be learned; not just for Carrie, but for the reader as well. I really enjoyed this story and the writing. Witnessing the transformation and experiences Carrie went through made reading this book a positive and uplifting experience. The premise and story for this book are very original and the writing is fresh. The characters are very real and likeable, especially Carrie. I found myself rooting for her and feeling her pain. I like a character I can relate to. This story is every bit as beautiful as the cover of the book. Enjoy The Carousel Painter.
HockeyLibrarian on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Following the death of her father, a painter in Paris, Carrington Brouwer finds herself at the mercy of her friend Augusta Galloway¿s family in Collinsford, Ohio. No longer willing to rely on the charity of socialite-wannabe Mrs. Galloway, Carrie fights to gain employment at the carousel factory. A woman working at a factory in 1890 has many problems. From co-workers sabotaging her efforts to grouchy worker¿s wives and a budding relationship with the plant manager, Carrie has a hard row to hoe. Further complicating Carrie¿s life is Augusta¿s beau, Travis, and Detective Lawton, both of whom suspect Carrie stole a necklace from Mrs. Galloway. Looking for ways to cope with her many trials, she turns to those around her, with a deeper Christian faith, who bring her slowly along her spiritual journey.This enjoyable read has well-rounded characters and a plot that keeps the reader interested. Unfortunately the historical context is sketchy and I find it hard to classify as a historical novel. While light on history, elements of mystery and romance in the plot make for an intriguing read.
jusme2 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I found this book to be fairly enjoyable; although I seldom read Christian Romance. I'm always looking to broaden my reading horizons, and try to read with an open mind.
mmyea1 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I have to say that I found this book enjoyable for the most part. I usually do not chose books written in the first person but after the first page I found myself enjoying it until I reached about the 1/2 way point of the book and the religious references started. That threw things off for me a little bit but I decided i wanted to finish the book. I found Carrie's character just fine for the time period. Being the first woman to break "barriers" in the factory full of men I guess I saw the things she had to deal with true to life. I saw her as human... not overly strong but not a wimp either. I think someone that likes to read Christian Lit and can get past the bible verses with ease will really enjoy this book.
erinclark on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I was disappointed by this book. It had premise, a young girl working as a painter in a factory during a discriminatory time where women were ostracized from working outside the home but for teaching and nursing. But because of several very insipiant characteristics of the main character, Carrington Brouwer, it fell flat for me. For one, Carrie giggles uncontrollably in stressful situations. I grew extremely tired of reading how she had to clap her hand over her mouth at all the most inappropriate moments. She was also always running into people and knocking them down or elbowing them by rushing about for no good reason. A ridiculous characteristic in my opinion. And last but not least, the out of context Christian theme that kept popping up. As soon as I caught on I thouhgt to myself - Oh no, it's one of THOSE books. If I had known it was considered Christian Lit I would not have requested it as an early reviewer book. Religion being thrown in out of the blue once and a while really detracted from the story - which like I said, had premise - a young woman struggling to make a living in a mans world, a bit of mystery with a bit of romance. If this book could be rewritten without any religous theme, without the irritating giggling and without predictable crashing in to men around corners constantly I think it would be a much better story.
michellereads on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I just received this book this morning and I have finished it already! It was quite good and I was pleasantly surprised as this is the first book of this type that I have read. It was evenly paced, authentic in its period detals, and easy to read, with manageable, succinct chapters - in short, it was a delight! The only part of the story that I found somewhat hard to believe was the fact that the young woman was employed without having to showcase her artistic skill in any manner whatsoever. The fact that her employer "went to bat" for her is somewhat hard to believe under the circumstances. The reader is meant to believe that this is a result of familial/spousal pressure, but I am skeptical. I will be adding other titles from this author and this publisher to my Bookmooch wishlist.
merigreenleaf on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I received ¿The Carousel Painter¿ from the LibraryThing Early Reviews program; I requested it because I enjoy reading historical fiction and, as an artist, thought the short summary about a female artist sounded interesting. After finishing the book, I can say that I found it enjoyable and the story made for some cute, light reading. It's a well written book and the storyline was engaging; I really enjoyed reading about the carousel creating process, especially. I thought most of the characters were interesting and believably written, and the developing relationship the main character had was sweet. The mystery of the missing jewelry introduced about halfway into the book was a bit cheesy (I mean, I figured out what was going on long before the main character did), but it wasn't bad; I enjoy a bit of mystery in stories. The two main problems I had with the book were the personality of the main character and the Christian aspects that kept popping up in the story. For the first one, I found Carrington, the main character, to be rather annoying with her constant giggling in stressful situations; since most of the book was a stressful situation for her, that quickly got old. That wouldn't be so bad, though, if not for the fact that she was also extremely clumsy and rather obsessed with not being prideful. One or two of those things would have made for a believably flawed character, but combined they just didn't endear her to me. The other problem I had with the book was the Christian theme; I think the book would have been better if that had been omitted or at least hadn't popped up as frequently. I really don't feel that it did anything to advance the plot; if anything it made Carrington more aware of her pride, which is one of the things I disliked about her character. I'm not a fan of overly-Christian stories anyway, so I found myself skipping over those passages. Fortunately there weren't too many of them, so it didn't bother me too much.Overall, I found this book to be a fun read and would recommend it to people looking for a cute mystery and romance. It's not the best book I've ever read, but it is one I liked. I'd give this book 3 stars out of 5; it would have gotten more from me had those aforementioned two problems been changed.
Librtea on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Set in the late 19th century, The Carousel Painter by Judith Miller is the story of Carrington Brouwer, a young woman who moves to Ohio following the death of her father. Having already lost her mother years before, Carrington finds herself alone and longing for a place to call home. Carrington¿s best friend Augusta Galloway invites her to stay with the Galloways in Ohio, and she gladly accepts the offer. She is happy to become part of a family again. When Carrington is hired to paint carousel horses at the local factory, her feelings of independence and optimism soar. However, things are not quite so simple and straightforward. Events at the Carrington home and on the job threaten her newly acquired sense of security and hopefulness.The Carousel Painter is a light, readable story if you ignore Carrington¿s inane nervous giggling and some of the contrived aspects of the plot. The annoying giggling literally opens and closes the story and occurs frequently and regularly throughout. Somehow though, the story line manages to remain sufficiently engaging to warrant the effort required to ignore this less than endearing characteristic. The discussions about Christianity and morality between Carrington and others seem natural and believable. And it is interesting to learn how carousel horses are created. Overall, a nice enough story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago